"But Liang Shanbo also noticed that there was a ring in Zhu Yingtai's ear. He almost found out the truth. Unfortunately, he cleverly avoided it by pretending to be Guanyin at the temple fair."
"I will never look at Guanyin again."
"I won't either!"
…
All the people who saw Liang Zhu were fascinated by it. Novels in this era were just developed, and there was almost nothing that could catch people's attention. Even an ordinary legendary story would be talked about enthusiastically, not to mention that Meton's Liang Zhu was a collection of wonderful stories from later generations. Naturally, it was fascinating and irresistible.
Based on Morton's description, everyone could see that the feelings between Liang and Zhu had already begun to grow. They were only a step away from breaking through the window paper. Everyone was immersed in the beautiful and hazy love between the two. Even the harshest of hearts couldn't help but soften at this moment.
However, happy times were always short-lived. Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Just when the two of them were at their happiest, a letter from the Zhu family shattered their sweet dreams. The Zhu family summoned Zhu Ying Tai back to their home.
Everyone was anxious. When they were about to read the result, they found that it was gone.
"How about foretelling the future? Listen to the next chapter."
When everyone was intoxicated, Mo Jiazi's cliffhanger made them want to die.
"That's it?"
Everyone flipped left and right, and finally sighed helplessly.
"Mo Jiazi!"
Everyone said hatefully.
A butcher put down the ink magazine in his hand, picked up the butcher knife in his hand and slammed it heavily on the chopping board. He roared, "Mo Jiazi, you've gone too far. Do you think the knife in my hand is not good enough?"
Everyone nodded. No one sympathized with Mo Jiazi. They were all gnashing their teeth. Not only did they read such a wonderful novel for the first time, but they also enjoyed the cliffhanger for the first time.
Everyone reluctantly read it again, and then put down the ink magazine and lamented, "Oh my god! The next issue of the ink magazine will take ten days. How can we survive this? "
For the first time, the charm of novels was displayed in the Tang dynasty, especially in Chang 'an City. The citizens were in urgent need of daily life, and Liangzhu happened to meet this need. For a moment, Liangzhu even overshadowed Mo's skill exhibition.
"Novelist Mo Jiazi!"
Under Mo Jiazi's title, another title was added: Master of a hundred schools of thought. This time, no one doubted him anymore. If Mo Jiazi could even dabble in the most obscure school of novels, what else could Mo Jiazi not do?
With Liang Zhu's help, this issue of the Mo Magazine was sold out in the shortest amount of time. There were even requests for more copies. It was foreseeable that this issue of the Mo Magazine would definitely create a new record for the Mo Magazine.
"The ink magazine is sold out!"
Within the Confucian Journal's headquarters, Wei Sian said with a look of shock. As a competitor, how could Wei Sian not pay attention to the Mo Journal? This was the first battle between the Confucian Journal and the Mo Journal, and who would have thought that the Confucian Journal would not be able to suppress the Mo Journal?
Although he knew that the sales of the Mo Magazine would definitely pick up after being published in the Mo Skills Exhibition, he didn't expect the Mo Magazine to be so popular.
"Young Master! In just one morning, more than ten thousand copies of the Mo Magazine have been sold in Chang 'an City, "the servant of the Wei Residence reported with his head lowered.
"More than ten thousand copies of the Mo Magazine!" Wei Sian gasped.
The Confucian Journal had gathered so many great Confucian scholars and relied on the influence of the Confucian School to make a name for itself, but only five thousand copies had been published in Chang 'an City. Originally, they thought that with this, they would definitely be able to suppress the Mo Magazine. Who knew that the Mo Magazine would actually rise instead of falling?
"Bring me the Mo Magazine!" Wei Sian said.
The servant of the Wei Residence quickly handed over a copy of the Mo Magazine and stood by the side.
When Wei Sian saw the introduction of the Mo Skills Exhibition in the Mo Magazine, he was not moved. This news had already spread throughout Chang 'an City. The real reason why the Mo Magazine was printed was to target readers outside of Chang' an City. That was the real effect.
"Legalism!"
When Wei Sian saw the column for Legalism, his eyes could not help but shrink. This new edition of the Mo School was a new experience for him. However, the case of the Han Family's daughter had caused a stir, and the people of Chang 'an City had already spread the news. Everyone was already familiar with it, so this was not something new.
"Liang Zhu!"
Wei Sian's eyes narrowed. He finally found the reason why the Mo Magazine was so popular.
Although he had a deep prejudice against Mo Jiazi, he could not help but be attracted to Liang Zhu's article, let alone the ordinary people.
"Novels are actually the most attractive thing to readers?"
Wei Sian's heart skipped a beat. What if the Mo Magazine could also publish novels? However, this idea flashed through his mind and was quickly rejected. The Confucian Journal was an orthodox journal. If it published novels, it would be inappropriate.
"Nishan Academy!"
When Wei Sian saw where Liang Zhu and Liang Zhu were reading, he could not help but be moved. He ordered the servant of the Wei Residence, "Go, invite Chief Editor Ma over."
Quan Wanji was an imperial censor, so naturally, he could not host the Mo Magazine. Wei Sian was also young and could not hold such a large plate. He could only invite a highly respected scholar to host the Mo Magazine.
Chief Editor Ma was a good friend of Quan Wanji and a teacher of the Nishan Academy. He happened to be traveling in Chang 'an City and accepted Quan Wanji's invitation to host the Mo Magazine.
"Chief Editor Ma, what do you think?" Wei Sian asked with a frown.
Ma Fuzi looked at the Mo Magazine and frowned. He put down the magazine and sighed. "The Nishan Academy does have the legend of Liang Zhu."
"What? So the legend of Liang Zhu is really related to the Nishan Academy?" Wei Sian asked in disbelief.
"Not really! The legend of Liang Zhu is not just limited to the Nishan Academy. It is also said that the Hongluo Academy and Songshan Academy have similar legends. The exact location is already impossible to verify. "Chief Editor Ma shook his head.
Wei Sian finally understood. It was not that it was impossible to verify, but that no one was willing to admit it! After all, it was an academy. If a woman dressed as a man came to study, it would be bad for its reputation!
This was not the era of the future where people fought over tourist attractions and the birthplaces of famous people. As an academy, the most important thing was its reputation. It was not good for a woman to study in an academy!
Wei Sian's eyes turned and he pretended to be enlightened. "In my opinion, the Village Mo Family wrote that it was the Nishan Academy. I thought it was true, but I didn't expect that it was Mo Jiazi who made it up!"
Chief Editor Ma's face suddenly became angry. "Mo Jiazi dared to ruin the reputation of the Nishan Academy. I will not let this matter rest."
Just as Chief Editor Ma was about to go to Mo Magazine to settle the score, Wei Sian pulled him aside and said, "Chief Editor Ma, why do you have to look so far for what is near at hand? The Confucian Journal is about to be published in Tang Dynasty. You only need to publish a letter in the Confucian Journal, and the students in the world will definitely know the character of the Mo Family."
Chief Editor Ma's eyes flashed and he nodded. "That's right. For the sake of the academy's reputation, the Old Man will definitely not let the Village Mo Family go. The Old Man will write a letter to accuse Mo Jiazi."
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